"That first night alone with my father I sat in the kitchen without hope".
This is a very unusual novella that seems almost cinematic in scope. It begins with vivid movement and despite its meagre size, the book brings a sense of energy, reminiscent of the child running down the hill - the tale's opening.
That sense of movement is at the centre of this story's pull and feeds into the reader's sense of unease and confusion. It is rare to experience such a tasty little morsel and it is a rather different one. Go on, grab yourself a copy and see for yourself.
5 out of 5 good things come in small packages.